#connectjumped

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"Guess what!"

“What is it?”

Caring Sentence Starters. // Accepting!!

    Ami sighs, a defeated sort of sound, but nonetheless complies, turning her head so that her face, streaked with previously shed tears that she hasn’t bothered wiping away, is visible to him.

    It’s not like her to be stubborn about this sort of thing; she’s just tired.

He presses the cool cloth gingerly to her face. If nothing else, it’ll keep the puffiness down...

Honestly, he wished he could do more. His own heart ached to see his sister like this, so incredibly devastated and defeated. They’d handled what was essentially an alien invasion with very little tears, but now they were carrying the burden of both grief and loss... Clearly, it was hitting Ami the hardest.

@connectjumped​​ sent - “Charge up, Persona!”

"Oh, hi there. I see you and I have matching digimon. Would like to drink coffee and eat a slice of pie?"

the concept of friends still felt like a troubling thing          to grasp, mostly because she hadn’t considered anyone with that loose word. It’s hard enough to think about complicated things because the hacker closed off most of her emotions. They are intended to reveal at what makes her happy, what lights up normally dulled eyes to shine brighter than any stars --- food. Those quirks aren’t ones that...someone like them considered as hard enough to approach. Two people managed to enter a private life of the Kamishiro child, cracking open the locked up shell and offer her some enjoyment in life. Only the scenery of hospital beds and the comatose corpses were sights that Yuuko recalled all her life. For some reason, they appeared in nightmares or these dreams that felt surreal than reality. Did such a tragedy occurred around her brother or was it all a fear? As far as the woman could recall, the images began to feel blurry as weeks began to take their course. This side that exists in co-existence with the digital world seems to be erasing whatever traces of the calamity happened here. It felt tragic in its own right, if it meant the growth she underwent would disappear because that’s just how fate is. “I...have to do something about this. Will you help me?”

A sudden request was extended out to the person standing right in front of Yuuko. The one who aided the hacker throughout her journey, they’re appropriate for this kind of task. She could have her brother joining along with the other two but...something about being alone with her felt pleasant. They needed to spark up lost feelings, the kind that involved being friendly and having fun exploring. For that reason the woman wanted to have a date together --- as friends, of course. “I want to spend time with you. As friends...otherwise, I will lose my understanding of what it means to be friends with you Ami.”

A stubborn guise didn’t want to point the fingers immediately at Arata’s worries, not when he had an image to uphold. She’d be the only one who might be capable of bringing out a loosened hacker that wanted to rest. Just being capable of smiling is....difficult, not unless his childhood friend was around. One hand rose behind black hair to laugh out the fright he previously had from watching a comatose body at the hospital. Not being certain when those eyes would open was a terrifying thought, something they all shared. “I can’t say anything has changed about you but it seems like you did handle things well. So...have you returned back to the detective agency, Ami?”